Five Days. That is the amount of time I have until the mover arrives to cart all of my worldly belongings from point A to point B – leaving me to desperately stare at the boxes he leaves in his wake and hope beyond all hope that they will somehow magically unpack themselves. Why am I telling you this? Because I want to explain why I will be somewhat sparse over the next week or so!

The craziness starts tomorrow.

Much to Brade’s chagrin, I have decided that the plain cream walls of the new apartment are insufficient for my needs, and I am going to be adding a few accent walls. Which means painting. Which is great – because it’s the kind of DIY (do it yourself) project that Brade’s parents love, and we get to couple some expert help with visiting with his parents. It’s pretty much win/win. I’m going to be adding a deep red wall to our living area and a gold wall to our spare room – and perhaps to our bedroom (shhhhh, don’t tell Brade about that third wall – he can’t do anything but groan once the paint is up!).

While the ladies are playing with paint, the gents have their own tasks…invovling power tools (hah hah hah – that is my Tim Allen grunt, by the way). They are going to be bringing the television over and mounting it above the fireplace, as well as connecting all of the appropriate cords for our peripherals. I have even purchased a lovely cord hider thingy from The Container Store so that the cords aren’t a huge mess all over our walls!

Once they’ve finished that project, they will be jaunting over to Home Depot to pick up our new Grill. I enjoy grilling – and hopefully this one is small enough to satisfy Brade (Mr. “why do we need a grill that big”), and large enough that I can easily cook on it. This, my friends, is supposedly how that whole “compromise” thing works.

You see, I absolutely love to grill. And you know what we will be having for dinner while we unpack on Sunday? Probably McDonald’s. But Monday or Tuesday, I’m going to light that sucker up and make some steak, potatoes and corn on the cob. It will be delicious. Trust me on that one. This particular meal is one of my specialties :)

(I’m still trying to convince Brade that I need that cute little 3 piece patio set I saw at Home Depot while I was looking at grills. I mean, a girl’s gotta have someone to rest her feet with a glass of lemonade while slaving away on dinner, right? RIGHT?!?!).

In addition Wednesday’s activities, we’ve still got to finish packing and get our mail changed (I swear, I meant to do this already). I did, however, take my own advice and schedule our internet set up to occur before the move – which means that Saturday post 4 pm is going to be a night out for dinner and movies (assuming we’ve finished packing…).

Between tonight at 4:00 pm when I pick up the keys (ok…more like 9:00 pm after we finish our raid) and Sunday at 9:00 am when the mover arrives, we will no doubt be ferrying anything we’d prefer to move ourselves to the new apartment (Computers, China, USRD (useless shit requiring dusting – aka knick knacks). Oh and buying more bubble wrap – you can never have too much bubble wrap. Seriously.

So if you see less of me than you might expect this week, that is why!

In other, non-moving type (and more WoW related) news, Brade and I secured tickets to Blizzcon again this year and will be in attendance. I’m looking forward to it, and I’m sure that I will blather on more about it as it gets closer to the date – and I’m not in the process of moving!

What is so strange about it, is I’m not sure how he missed the grilling gene! His papa grills all the time! For me, I grew up in the midwest and my dad grilled during all four season! Two feet of snow on the groud? BRING OUT THE SHOVEL, WE ARE HAVIN’ STEAK! :)

When I bought one upon moving out here, Brade was skeptical. And then he ate my steak. When the bottom rusted out of that grill and I needed a new one, there was no arguing about the “neccesity” of a grill! ;)

My last boyfriend got me into grilling regularly and he would even grill what I considered to be “minor” things like bacon. I couldn’t imagine firing up a grill for that, but he would and I have yet to have bacon that tasted that good.

I can’t grill to save my life, but I now realize how great things can taste when from a grill and how different they taste when made otherwise.

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